While Ning Weisheng was brainstorming, the man over there was just chatting with him enthusiastically while leaning on the railing, as if they weren't in a dungeon with such a harsh environment, but rather in a teahouse or restaurant.
"I haven't yet asked your name, fellow Daoist?" Ning Weisheng asked casually, rather absentmindedly, really just to interrupt his incessant chatter.
"My name is Lee Chan-sung." The person opposite him grinned foolishly at him, showing off a set of big white teeth.
"Lee Chan-sung, do you want to escape from the dungeon?" Ning Weisheng asked.
Whether it was due to overconfidence in the dungeon's sturdiness or because the guards were too busy defending the city above ground, Ning Weisheng hadn't seen a single demonic cultivator come down to patrol since he was imprisoned.
His body didn't sense anyone else's divine sense monitoring him, and the nearby cell was noisy, so he lowered his voice to speak to Lee Chan-sung without worrying about being overheard.
Lee Chan-sung's clear eyes widened in the darkness. "Senior Brother Ning, what's your plan?"
Who would want to suffer for no reason and stay in such a filthy place for long?
Ning Weisheng quietly made a shushing gesture.
Seeing Lee Chan-sung lower his back from his excited, straight posture and cover his mouth in a sewing gesture, Ning Wei-sheng finally put his hand down and continued speaking in a low voice.
“The person you’re looking for is right here in this border town,” he said. “He hopes to start from the dungeon and create chaos in the border town.”
Although the entire plan was proposed by Li Jinchu, Ji Mofan also agreed to it, so it's not wrong to say that "he hoped" it was "his wish".
The reason for choosing the dungeon as the first stage is naturally because only there will be the loudest voices of resistance.
The demonic cultivators, intimidated by the patrols of the guards and forced to stay at home, were more or less afraid of the strength of Wu Qi, who was stationed in the city lord's mansion.
None of the demonic cultivators are law-abiding citizens; the only way to make them appear law-abiding is through intimidation.
It cannot be ruled out that there are a few people who feel it's none of their business and want to mind their own business, but these few people certainly don't exist in the dungeon of the city lord's mansion.
Leaving aside the righteous path, all the demonic cultivators imprisoned here were unstable elements who had caused trouble during the martial law period.
The dungeon's formation, which suppressed their strength, was like an anvil, firmly holding down the restless hearts of the group. If it were removed, the bomb would explode in no time.
And coincidentally, Ji Mofan was the one most skilled at solving formations.
Ning Weisheng's current task is to investigate how the array in this dungeon is designed, and then find a way to send the message out so that Ji Mofan can come up with a way to break it.
"Senior Brother Ning, what do you need me to do?" Their cells were very close together, and Li Cansheng lowered his voice and leaned closer, speaking in barely a whisper.
Looking at his sincere expression, Ning Weisheng suppressed her nine parts of doubt to eight.
Despite his ease in revealing Ji Mofan's existence, he wasn't worried that Li Cansheng would leak it beforehand, causing the plan to fail.
Because he is a righteous person, whether the demonic cultivators will listen to him is another matter. But one thing is very important—leaking secrets will not benefit him at all.
He is a righteous person, and a righteous person with such weak strength. Even if he really deviates from the Dao and does something, he will not be valued by the demonic path. He will only be discarded after he has served his purpose.
Besides, even if there is a leak, it's not entirely a bad thing.
Ji Mo Fan was hiding in the shadows. Despite the city's tight defenses, the demon soldiers still managed to conceal his whereabouts. The best course of action now is to lure him out.
Luring him to show himself is much easier and faster than a laborious search.
*
Ji Mofan and Li Jinchu did not wait outside the city lord's mansion for long.
Miao Miao was led out by the guards and then came back. When she stepped out the door again, she was all alone.
He walked a long way without looking to the side before sneaking back through a side street, avoiding the eyes of the patrolmen.
"Immortal Venerable, this is something your junior brother surnamed Ning asked me to give you."
Miao Miao reached into his straw hat and pulled out a piece of parchment about the size of a palm from between the grass branches and leaves.
Due to limited resources and the lack of pen and ink, it seems that Ning Weisheng even bit his fingertip to send this letter.
Moreover, it can also rule out the possibility of other people forging it, as the blood on it carries Ning Weisheng's spiritual power.
A formation was drawn on it.
"How long will it take you to untangle this?" Li Ge asked Ji Mofan.
He didn't even consider the possibility that Jimo Fan couldn't solve it.
"Half an hour." Ji Mofan's attention was almost completely off him when he spoke, and he didn't even lift his head.
“It takes at least ten counts of chanting to cast a spell.”
"It's not a particularly advanced formation, but it's very complex."
Ji Mo Fan had seen a similar formation in the purgatory where prisoners were imprisoned in the Demon Palace, and the process of Xi He breaking the curse was still vivid in his mind.
It's not difficult to transplant something from another plant, it just takes time.
This is not a single layer of defensive formation, but multiple layers of formations that can change at any time, overlapping each other. Although the diagram Ning Weisheng drew for him was static, it is not difficult to see that the formation itself is dynamic.
The timing was wrong, and the location of the array's core that they needed to find after entering was also different.
Not only do people need to be in harmony, but the right timing and location are also important factors affecting success or failure.
Everyone has their own expertise, and despite Li Jinchu's superior cultivation and experience, he could only watch as Ji Mofan worked alone.
Miao Miao, standing to the side, felt a little awkward.
He scratched his head, adjusted his straw hat, and put it back on. "Um..."
Ji Mofan was busy, so he swallowed back the words "Immortal Venerable" that were almost on his tongue, and turned to look at Li Jinchu beside him, "Since we're already here, how about I go and get some local specialties for everyone?"
"It's not a good thing, but it'll do for a bit of fun."
Li Jinchu's expression didn't seem to change much.
But the hand waving the fan paused noticeably for a moment.
There was no way around it; the young master had been raised to be self-disciplined and respectful of etiquette since childhood. He might take things like mountains of gold and silver, pearls and jade, and delicious food for granted, but he couldn't shake his curiosity about those trinkets that were off-limits.
Holding your breath for too long will cause you to explode, and the same goes for a person who holds their breath for too long.
Even though curiosity welled up inside him, he still maintained a fox-like face that never showed his true feelings, saying, "That's actually a good thing."
Miao Miao soon returned.
Border Town is close to the southern frontier, and he knows every alley and canal in the town as well as he does his own backyard. Getting anything he wants is as easy as taking something out of a bag.
Even now, with the city lord ordering merchants to close their shops, he still has ways to open the doors and exchange goods for items.
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